Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

"Oh cluck cluck"

The Anti-Baratheon Alliance and the Dothraki shouted and shouted!But after a while they also started whining.

Someone looked up to the sky, and saw that the dragon's miserable green body had only a few sparse scales left, and there were holes all over its skin, and some of the holes could even reveal the bones inside.The wing membranes were so damaged that there was wind leaking everywhere, and it was impossible to imagine how it could fly and how it could still be alive.

And the black smoke that the dragon dragged behind was not flames either. After the dragon flew over its head, the smoke descended and scattered in all directions.When it fell on the human armor and skin, people discovered that the smoke also showed a miserable green color. It was all kinds of mold clusters growing on the body of the giant dragon, and there were countless tiny parasites crawling.

When these things fell on people, the skin immediately blistered, breathed into the lungs, and immediately fell to the ground in agony, and the small bugs also jumped around, carrying the mold from one person to another.

"Ah~~~" There were screams everywhere.

This kind of thing does not distinguish between friend and foe, the Dothraki, Aegon of the Golden Company, and those who oppose the Baratheon Alliance, as long as they are covered by the smoke, they all lose their combat effectiveness. Some fell to the ground and howled, and some ran to the sea. .

Chapter 230 Two Summoning Versus Summoning

The green "smoke" sprinkled by the dragon contains the old dander of the dragon's body, various molds and germs growing on the dragon's body surface, and various small parasites. A few of them are as big as cockroaches. There are more small bugs like fleas and lice, they form a small ecological group on the body of the dragon.

As long as the people covered by the scattered "smoke" are incomparably painful, struggling and screaming, the army in the rear is still cheering for the arrival of the dragon without knowing why.

"Poison fog!" Someone finally summed up these things with a practical name, and it began to spread among the officers in various languages, and the bewildered soldiers began to panic.

"Leave!" The other soldiers began to move away from the poisonous miasma area in an organized manner.No matter how brave a warrior is, he is helpless in the face of this invisible and invisible enemy, and can only watch his colleagues struggling and screaming in pain.

Werther struggled to jump away from the magic attack, holding the giant sword in his right hand and supporting his body on the ground.The multi-layered magic resistance greatly reduced the dragon's lightning and dragon flame damage, but it also scorched the skin on Werther's body. Enduring the severe pain all over his body, he raised his left hand and started healing.

In the poisonous mist, Werther opened the flame cloak again.The flame that burns continuously on the body surface can kill all organic creatures that get close to it, which is the result of experiments in the ruins of Valyria.

Looking at the tattered green giant dragon in the sky, and the purple soul fire dragon flames, Werther cursed at the sky: "Dog X's Duneville!"

While Wirt was treating his injuries, he wondered why it came to attack him.It was summoned to this world by the Wretched Man 5000 years ago, and the Wretched Man said that after his death none of his descendants could control Duneville.According to later information, it flew to live in the shadow land in the east, and the plague it brought killed the entire peninsula.

The wretched man summoned two giant dragons, and his Ao Daweiying died of old age because of lack of protection from the dragon god and exhaustion of magic power.Duneville himself is a necromancer. After connecting with the soul stone mound, he became a powerful ghoul dragon with an independent soul, or a necromancer in the mouth of some magic factions. It has no problem living up to now.

And there is news that Euron went to Asshai, but Euron is a dog, not even qualified to talk to Duneville, and the only one who can let him come is Euron's master, the demon god Hermaeus Mora.But Duneville is a servant of the Lord of Thought, and he competes with the demon gods for souls. What kind of deal did they make to allow Duneville to fly across half the continent to find trouble for himself?

Thinking of this time, the giant dragon turned around in the sky and rushed over again.

Werther looked in the right direction and fired an explosive fireball with wind magic at him. The washbasin-sized fireball spun and flew towards the dragon.Duneville looked at the flying fireball and didn't intend to dodge at all, he flapped his wings and rushed towards Werther.But the fireball just happened to slip through the huge opening in its wing membrane and flew above the clouds.

"What the hell! Joor~~Zah~~Frul~!" Witt immediately tore a dragon soul apart after cursing, and then summoned the skeleton horse again.

The giant dragon in the air looked like it was about to die, but its body movements were not slow at all, and it was still extremely flexible. After twisting its wings, it slammed to avoid the light blue magic group.

After evading Dragon Soul Tear once, Werther did not continue to use it. Facing this super big man, he had to try how much damage other attacks could do to him, and the poisonous mist brought by Duneville itself was too terrifying. Werther just happened to Take advantage of it.The purple dragon flames fell from the sky again, Werther raised his magic shield with his left hand, and rode his horse to chase the Dothraki cavalry in the north.

Long Yan drew a purple wall of fire on the ground, following Werther's running, it extended from the open space to the Dothraki cavalry formation.The dragon flew over Werther, the flames stopped and the dragon turned its head forward.

Looking at Duneville's exposed belly, Werther held the sword in both hands and slashed left and right continuously. Four blood-red sword qi flew upwards quickly, and cut four holes in the dragon's belly.

Not a single drop of blood flowed out of the wounds, and each incision was nearly one and a half meters long, but on the body of a giant dragon with a body length of more than 200 meters, compared with its already dilapidated body, these four wounds are really possible none.

The dragon flew away, and the green poisonous mist behind it diffused, and the flames on Werther's body burned until the bugs crackled.

More Dothrakis were stained with these things and lost their fighting power, and their formations became chaotic. They all wanted to avoid the defenseless poisonous fog first, and the little leaders could no longer command them. This kind of indiscriminate attack is helpless.

The battlefield in the north is now in chaos, everyone wants to stay away from Werther, and Avak is physically strong, and he will charge wherever there are many people, and Werther has been protecting it with magic.

Duneville has sprayed Longyan on himself three times in a row. Werther felt that it was a little abnormal, as if it had no reason, and it was attacking by the most basic hunting instinct.

Seeing that the poisonous fog had almost dissipated, he looked at the direction where the dragon was coming, and Werther turned Avak to charge in the direction where the dragon was flying.

The purple dragon flames struck again, Werther resisted the dragon flames with his magic shield, stepped on Avak's back before he was burned to death, jumped high, and roared a dragon soul tear in the direction of the dragon flames.

The magic hits the tap!

After landing on the ground and flipping a somersault, Werther got up quickly and started treatment quickly.Even Duneville's huge body couldn't resist the magic aimed at the dragon's soul. He struggled and landed on the ground, trampling a large group of slave soldiers to death.

"Dovahkiin!" Duneville, whose soul was under attack, woke up instead, looking at Werther with cloudy gray-white eyeballs, and the first sound since its appearance came from the huge dragon's mouth.

"Doneville, why are you attacking me!" The animal-like giant dragon Werther still has to fight, and the sober Duneville, Werther really doesn't know how to beat it, and the best way to end the battle is to open his mouth.

ANG~~~

Without answering Werther's question, Duneville, who was lying on the ground, raised his head and roared loudly.

The slave soldiers who died under it began to reorganize their bones, and slowly stood up with their weapons hanging from the pieces of meat. The bones of their whole body were plated purple, and purple soul fire burst out from their eye sockets.Soldiers who have long been killed under the city wall.And the war elephants Werther killed were resurrected as purple skeletons.

The magic that the powerful dragon necromancer casts with all his strength is not limited to this, and the living people not far from its body are also affected.The soldier with the knife and gun began to scream in pain, and blood oozes from his body within a few seconds. The bones in his body are not controlled by his body, and he crawls out of his body, leaving a pile of boneless rotten flesh under his feet.

Duneville's magic revived the corpses around the city of Meereen, and the living people within a few hundred meters around it all turned into purple skeletons.

Werther raised his hand and summoned two demon kings.

"Yo, we met Dragonborn again."

"Are you here to invite me to taste the blood again?" The two demon kings raised their long swords eagerly.

"Cut it!" Werther raised his finger forward.

The two demons turned around and looked up to see a giant dragon as big as a castle, and tens of thousands of skeletons with purple soul fires all looking at the three of them.

Chapter 230 Three Area Attack

The purple skeletons did not attack others, they ran past the living slave soldiers in groups, and also ran past the Dothraki, showing no interest in these living people, and they also paid attention to those who were poisoned and fell to the ground. Not interested, they received only one order, to kill Werther.

The timid nobles have already started to flee the battlefield on horseback. More troops stopped at the same place and continued to watch the battle. They did not receive the military order to retreat. It is okay to stay away from the invincible enemy. I can only muster up the courage to stay here.

Knowing that they were seriously injured, the two demon kings returned to their domain, and charged towards the dragon with their long swords up.

The purple skeleton army blocking the way ignored the two, and charged directly at Werther. The two demon kings resisted a mouthful of dragon flames, rushed to the feet of the dragon half-dead, and slammed at the toenails that were taller than them. cut.

Temporarily distracting Duneville's attention, Werther's thinking entered consciousness again, 19 of the 12 dragon souls have been used up, and there are 7 left, and two more have been absorbed just now, and the remaining 9 dragon souls are invested in the three dragon souls at once. Roar magic.

Boom~~~

The giant dragon in the distance moved, and a demon lord was crushed into the mud by the giant dragon's feet, and the other was carried away from the ground with his toenails in his arms. A puff of smoke disappeared.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and more than a dozen purple lightning bolts came straight to Werther again.

Werther rushed towards the dragon with all his strength, dodged the lightning and roared out: "Gol~~Hah~~Dov!"

Dragon language magic yields will, no matter whether it is a human or a dragon, as long as they are affected by this magic, their consciousness and body will be controlled by the caster, and they will completely obey the caster's orders.

The giant dragon that landed was too huge to avoid.Duneville didn't dodge, rushed forward a few steps, stretched his neck towards Werther, and made the dragon's head as close as possible to Werther.

"Gol~~Hah~~Dov!" Same magic.

"How could it?" This was Werther's only thought before his consciousness fell into chaos.

The two magics flew past each other, each hitting their target.

After being hit by the will, the first thing is to stop attacking the caster, and then wait for the order.Now they stopped attacking each other, and controlled each other's consciousness, without any further orders. Werther stood upright with his giant sword, and Duneville also folded his wings and sat on the ground with his dragon head upright.The purple lightning in the sky also disappeared, and the purple skeletons around Werther also stood still, and the scene was extremely strange.

Will surrender may be a permanent effect for lower creatures, but for Werther who has 21 dragon souls in his body, and the necromancer who has lived for an unknown amount of time, the powerful dragon Duneville, the only solution is to see who can Be the first to get rid of the opponent's control.

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield fell silent instantly. Tens of thousands of purple skeleton soldiers surrounded Werther in a large circle. They were originally attacking and encircling, but now they stopped in place. Instead, they became Werther's protection, preventing the living outside from entering.

Some daring ones crowded around and shot at Werther. Most of the arrows bounced off Werther's keel armor, and a few flew into the gaps in the armor and got stuck.Seeing that Werther did not resist, more archers began to shoot arrows around him, and the ground around Werther was soon covered with dense arrows. It didn't take long for Werther's chin, which was exposed, to be pierced with several arrows, bleeding.

"Do you need us to go out of the city to rescue?" Seeing Werther being attacked, the members of the blowing group on the city wall were a little worried.

The ragged prince thought for a while: "Don't go, we won't be able to intervene in the battle between magicians, and it will cause Werther more trouble. Also, look at the direction of the wind, the poisonous fog has already blown towards the direction of Meereen City, and quickly ordered the soldiers to use Cover your mouth and nose with a cloth!"

There are too many skeleton soldiers, and the large circle formed by their bodies makes Werther in the center at least 200 meters away from the periphery.It's easy to shoot a fixed target, but there are always a few poor archers who accidentally fall on the nearby skeleton soldiers.

This kind of skeleton soldier is not a ghoul without intelligence. The purple soul fire in their eyes means that they still have some consciousness.Just because they didn't receive an order to attack doesn't mean they won't fight back. The skeletons who were shot began to look around for the attackers, and soon found soldiers shooting arrows outside.

The scene became chaotic again. Some purple skeleton soldiers began to attack the slave soldiers and Dothraki. The war between the living and the dead began around Werther and the dragon, and the shouts and shouts kept ringing.

And Werther's consciousness was silent.Here is a pure white space with nothing, Werther's feet are standing on the ground as white as milk, and there is a sitting green dragon in the distance.The consciousness of the two is connected in two directions, and now neither can move, nor can they control the other, and they can't even open their mouths to communicate, because they are both controlled by the other.

Werther began to reversely disassemble and analyze dragon language magic, Gol, mortals, human beings, earth, life, Werther expanded vocabulary step by step.Snapped!An index finger in consciousness can finally twitch.

What happened on the battlefield was even more tragic because the wind was blowing up.

Duneville constantly sheds various mold parasites on his body, and it doesn't stop just because he sits down.In addition to the poisonous mist it sprinkled on the battlefield before, the wind now blows the poisonous mist into the city of Meereen, and also blows to the eastern and southern battlefields.Dozens of messy poisons in the mist stopped the fighting immediately, leaving only the sound of painful wailing near Meereen City.

Covering the mouth and nose is useless, the insects will jump around and crawl around, looking for living things.

Daenerys's carriage stopped moving, and it was useless for the two drivers to jump into the nearby pool to soak. Daenerys pulled blood on the shackles with both hands. She had experienced Werther's mental torture, but she could bear it. In pain, she was trying to escape, but the unarmed she couldn't break free from the iron shackles.Not long after, she couldn't bear the torment of the toxin, and she hung her body on the cross with her hands and wept.

Aegon of the Golden Company was very miserable. He saw three dragons being killed by Werther one after another, and he stood on the ridge anxiously on horseback.The first stream of poisonous mist sprayed by Duneville after he appeared directly passed over his head, and the wind blowing the poisonous mist from the bottom of the mountain across the ridge, he and the people around him were almost twice poisoned.

Countless worms crawled to the skin to bite, to suck fresh flesh and blood, and some even got into the skin, bringing mycotoxins into the body together.Several horses jumped around in pain, throwing off the members of the Golden Group.

Regardless of their injuries, they immediately took off their armor and tried to wipe off the bugs on their bodies, but it was all in vain.The bugs were too small, and their breathing also inhaled the toxins into their lungs. It didn't take long for them to fall to the ground and struggle painfully, their hands scratching their bodies with bloodstains.The same was true of the logistics camp behind them, with livestock, horses and people not spared.

The little white dragon that fell into the valley also began to howl in pain. The toxin on Duneville's body is not only effective on humans, but also on all living creatures and giant dragons.

In the entire battlefield of Meereen, the only people who have not been infected by the poison are Werther and Duneville who are standing still and burning with flames all over their bodies.

Chapter 230 Four Get It

The will yields to the soul. Duneville is a "dead" dragon with a special and powerful soul. The soul of the dragonborn is also a special existence that is powerful enough to absorb the soul of a dragon. One person and one dragon stand next to each other, trying their best to see who Get rid of the opponent's control first.

By the time the sun was about to set, Werther had regained consciousness in his left hand and right foot. Duneville's wings and legs could move freely, and he was trying to break free from the last restraint on his head.

Everyone on the battlefield of Meereen was stained with toxins. Although the pain was unbearable, it was not fatal. Many strong-willed people got used to the pain and felt that the pain was relieved. They gritted their teeth and began to treat others, but they The only thing that can be done is to drag the companion away from the green dragon.

The cavalry on the attacking side suffered the most, and their horses all ran away.Horses are different from people. After being bitten by insects, they run wildly, jumping while running, trying to shake off the things on their bodies. Cavalry and Dothraki fell off their horses one after another. Only a few of them were still lying on their backs, and then they were frightened The herd of horses ran out of the battlefield.

The magic power of the little white dragon who was torn apart by Veteron's soul dissipated after such a long time.After being in pain all afternoon, it gradually adapted to it. After eating three bottles of "Dali", it was still excited, and it struggled to fly slowly from the valley.

In the Golden Regiment's logistics camp, everyone was lying on the ground panting heavily, and they found that lying on the ground in a daze seemed to relieve the pain.Aegon saw the white dragon flying from the sky, and shouted with all his strength: "Haha, the white dragon Viserion is still alive! We still have dragons! We still have hope!"

The other members of the golden group looked over, with a forced smile on their faces. The dragons of the two dragon knights were dead, and the white dragon was ownerless, and they didn't know how long it would take to tame it.

Aegon saw that the white dragon circled over the camp and did not land, but continued to rise and fly westward. It wanted to stay away from the poisonous dragon: "Go, stay away from here for a while, and it will come back soon. Find us."

He seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually talking to the people in the golden group, and now he wants to cheer up the demoralized people.

Everyone saw the little white dragon flying higher and higher, farther and farther, and slowly turning into the size of a bird as it approached the clouds. This is their fire, their hope, and the hope of the Targaryen family!

Suddenly a huge dragon's head protruded from the clouds, opened its huge mouth and bit the white dragon.

"No!! Ah~~~~Ugh~~~"

Aegon yelled at first, then was unwilling, and then lay down on the ground and began to cry.

Immediately, the giant mouth was released again, adjusting the position of the white dragon in the mouth, a little golden-red flame leaked out from between the teeth, the dragon's head lifted, and the white dragon was swallowed whole.

Aldaviying's body was hidden in the clouds and he only poked his head out of the clouds to observe the battle in Meereen.Ao Daweiying kept licking its tongue, it didn't feel guilty about eating its own kind, it just felt that the taste was not very tasty, a bit spicy.

Looking at Werther and Duneville on the ground, I felt that I was a bit late, and I still couldn't understand the current situation.

The King's Road from King's Landing to Storm's End has been repaired long ago, but Oda Viying has not left in King's Landing because Robert keeps sending a lot of fresh meat.

After being summoned by Werther, with the help of magic flight acceleration, I went back to Skull Island to look at the five dragon eggs, which is reasonable!Then I flew to Reese City and was entertained by the local nobles with a few big boats of fish. After eating enough, I was ready to go on my way, isn't it too much?Continue to fly to Volantis, where the local Dragon Cult regards themselves as gods, cattle, sheep and elephants are enough, and even brought a whale, and they can fight better when they are full!Is this too much?

Because Witte roared, he had to travel thousands of miles, and it was also because of the promises of both parties that he didn't ask Witte for a reward.

Aldaviying rushed out of the clouds and hovered over Meereen, the dragon's head kept looking at Duneville on the ground.This was the dragon he knew, but it wasn't.It should be the other one after Dragonborn said that the space is torn.

The poisonous mist it emits is everywhere on the ground, so it shouldn't do much harm to him.A large group of scattered humans and purple skeletons, as well as Duneville and Werther stood still and faced each other. Which side did these people fight?Alda Viying did not immediately join the fight.

retreat!This is the only thing the siege party thinks about now.The red and white dragon hovering in the sky is Werther's mount!Countless aristocrats and slave owners who led troops to participate in the battle are now cursing the people of the golden regiment, who lied to them, saying that Werther's dragon is only two horses long!Now, the white dragons that grew from two horses were swallowed by Werther's dragon in one gulp, and the gap between their teeth wasn't even enough!

The red and white dragon is only a little smaller than the green dragon, and with the brave Werther, the outcome is hard to predict.The most important thing is that when two mountain-like giant dragons fight, not to mention encounters, the wind from their wings can blow their ant-like bodies away.

Woo~~~ The horns for retreat sounded everywhere.

Afflicted by illness, the retreating soldiers could only move step by step, and some crawled on the ground.They were fortunate that the same was true of the defenders, and they were unable to go out of the city to hunt them down at this time.

Now the battle to guard Meereen is won, and there is no cheering in the city.Some strong troops gathered at the north wall to see the dragon.The ragged prince was lying on the battlements covered in sweat, and he said weakly to a great lord: "The previous battles were trivial, and the real battle has not yet begun!"

"Then what should we do?"

Prince in Clothes: "Let the residents hide in the pyramids, there are only a dozen or so pyramids in the city that are the strongest!"

"We'll give the order, what about you?"

Prince Yuyi looked up at the sky: "My old bones can't withstand this terrible poison. I stay here and want to see the battle of the dragon with my own eyes."

A few officers of the Windblown Regiment made a crude support out of the scattered wood on the site, supported the prince in ragged clothes to lean on it, and looked at the two dragons and one person who had not moved in the distance.There are still many people who don't listen to persuasion, or who are not afraid of death, stay on the city wall and continue to watch the battle here.

"Those who can still move in the Windblown Group will control the heavy crossbow, and shoot at the green dragon once they are within range!" Prince Jacket's voice was very low.

"Understood!" As his most trusted right-hand man, the butcher Kago quickly ran away enduring the severe pain after receiving the order.

"The Windblown Group! All those who can still move should operate the heavy crossbow! The windblown group! Everyone who can still move should use the heavy crossbow!" Kago shouted while running.

The sun was about to set, and the red sunset looked like blood.